J and I began our much-awaited road trip yesterday. Big open roads and the thrill of adventures yet to come.
There was one friend in particular who lived for this thrill. So of course I kept bringing him up all day yesterday, especially when we saw those big bikes on the road.
Late last night I got the news that he has gone off on the ultimate road trip, without any of us for company. And I feel bereft, but also numb. I don't have the courage to let it sink in yet. My thoughts are with his wife, his mother, all the other friends and colleagues who make up that very special network I was initiated into more than a decade ago.
Let's hit the road, R. You know I won't complain even if you smoke in the car.